A Laugh is a Smile that Bursts


What was the last thing that gave you a real, authentic, tearful, hearty belly laugh? Why was it so funny?

A few years ago my friend showed me an article, I assume it was supposed to encourage the reader to buy all sorts of miracle creams, but what stood out for me were the ‘problem areas’. One in particular, Crows Feet.

The article was clear that these canyon like crevices are one of the worst things that can happen to your face. How could you been seen with them? You might be able to hide them with sunglasses, but what if it’s winter? Or you’re inside? What then?! Cue the miracle creams, bargain face lifts, and botox remedies.

Looking at the before and after photos, what really struck me, even though they were just photos of eyes, is that the people looked as though they’d lost their smiles.

Sure, some of the people photographed looked younger, but for me wrinkles are a fact of life. We’ll all grow old and we’ll all get them, preventative measures are important…but maybe not for the ‘crows feet’, laughter lines are a much nicer and more accurate description. Why not own your wrinkles? I’d much rather prevent those frown lines and live a life full of laughter and smiles.

So I do. I laugh a lot, I smile a lot, I’d be quite happy to have eyes that are smiling all the time.

Anyway, that was a bit of a tangent, the point I was trying to make was, in my quest for laughter lines there’s been a fair few giggles, so how to decide which was the most authentic, tearful, hearty belly laugh…

I was travelling back to the UK from Australia. There were four of us and it was New Years Day, we’d just arrived in Hong Kong for a three day stay to break up the trip. Being New Years Day, we’d celebrated the night before, then sat in the confinement of an airline seat for what felt like forever, we were feeling a bit worse for wear and the jet lag wasn’t doing anyone any favours. Nor was the travel from airport to hotel, Hong Kong is very warm and our taxi was seriously lacking in the air conditioning department. We’d booked two rooms in a hotel, but when we checked in only one was ready, nevertheless we decided a nap was in order and top and tailed – two in each of the single beds. 

As far as naps go, it wasn’t the best, so sleepy headed off we went to explore Hong Kong. It was amazing but wow is that place HOT! We took a guided tour, a ride on the peak tram, explored a fishing village, a pearl museum, huge malls and tiny market places, ferry rides and much more, it was an amazing and jam packed day. Worn out from our adventures and melting from the heat we retreated to the hotel for our evening meal.

The service is Hong Kong is impeccable and the staff unparalleled in their professionalism. We were given wet flannels to freshen up and cool ourselves, did I mention that place is hot? Drinks and appetisers, followed by the soup. Naturally with the soup there was bread, and the staff were very apologetic to have forgotten to bring out the butter. A waitress rushed it to our table, before we’d even noticed there wasn’t any really, manager in tow to offer a formal apology. 

While we all tried to reassure them it really was no problem at all, one of our party decided to begin to butter his bread. The butter provided was the type that comes in those mini plastic tubs with a foil top. The guy was also offering his reassurances that all was well, but it had been a long day, so I guess he just wanted to get stuck in. Anyway, he reached for the butter, picked it up, didn’t even get a chance to peel back the foil lid before it exploded…mid-reassurance I might add.

It went everywhere, I mean you wouldn’t have thought such a tiny packet could hold so much butter! Straight into his mouth, causing him to splutter, there was a spot on the wall next to him a good 15 foot into the air, across the restaurant and into the lobby at least 30 foot away, and all over his t-shirt and face. He didn’t know what had hit him, we didn’t know what had hit him, and the poor staff in the restaurant didn’t know what to do. 

Naturally we all laughed, and I do mean really laughed. Whether it was really funny or our sleep deprived minds just couldn’t cope I don’t know, but I was a genuine tears streaming, cheeks burning, belly aching laugh. The staff attempted an apology, “it must be the heat”, tried to hide their smirks and maintain their professionalism, but the sight of us laughing so hard and uncontrollably at our butter covered companion got to them in the end. They laughed too. Not that we minded of course.

Throughout the remainder of our meal we’d spot another spot of the exploded butter across the restaurant, on the back of someone’s t-shirt, the light fitting. Even on the way out, like I said it made it out into the lobby! And so the giggles would start up again and again. 

Why was that incident so funny? I honestly don’t know, but we still talk about it now and it never fails to give me the giggles. Maybe you had to be there…



Roaring Laughter


About anovelplacetoread

I work in health care. I like to study. I like to travel. I like to read. I like to explore. I like to spend time with people. I like to talk. I like to draw. I study, a lot. I read a lot. I like good natured competition. I like to blog. I like learning. I have blue eyes. I think I'm a giant despite proof to the contrary.
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4 Responses to A Laugh is a Smile that Bursts

  1. swritings says:

    Hahaha! This was really, really funny! You described it so vividly! Thanks for the laugh!😂


  2. Jentodd says:

    Trying to hold back an inappropriate laugh is the hardest thing ever…starts with the shaking shoulders, a little snort….growing up, my cousin and I would get the evil eye from my mom almost every Sunday in church as the pew started to shake.


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